I've seen this painting under the underpass in Augusta most of my life, but never really paid attention to it. Looking at it now, I wonder who painted it, this train heading "To Oz" as painted on a sign. How many other people have driven past it and never really seen it? How many other forgotten artwork to we pass by every day without appreciating?
Monday, January 26, 2009
I've seen this painting under the underpass in Augusta most of my life, but never really paid attention to it. Looking at it now, I wonder who painted it, this train heading "To Oz" as painted on a sign. How many other people have driven past it and never really seen it? How many other forgotten artwork to we pass by every day without appreciating?
Sunday, January 25, 2009
Dancer

Thursday, January 22, 2009
The cowboy

What can you see in this cowboy's eyes? I see a longing to go into the pastures and ride for hours. A wish for home, a hug from a mom or sister. His eyes reflect his youth, inexperience, and possibly a fear of his name being pulled to ride the impossible bronc. The tilt of the hat shows his open and friendly personality, his easy smile hovering on the corners of his lips. He is a friend, a brother, a son, and city boy. He is a 4-Her.
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